Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Monks,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.